The caress elicited a low growl, one that did more than raise the hair on the back of Darren’s neck. Aden hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skirt, and with a sharp yank, tore it from his body. It fluttered to the ground. It settled over Darren’s feet, but he didn’t have the strength to kick it away. Everything in him was focused on Aden, on the broad hand reaching between his legs to palm his strapped-in c**k, on the glittering eyes devouring Darren’s body.
“I can’t remember the last time I wanted to f**k someone so bad,” Aden murmured, so low Darren wondered if he even meant for the words to be heard.
Darren’s knees were weak and his vision blurred a little. Knowing that Aden wanted him as much, maybe more, made things worse, somehow. There was no walking away from Aden, and
